Chapter 41
Tico
We stayed in Forest Creek for two more days to help the rescued women and children settle in. Levi and Ember became very close during those two days, as well as a few of the other Ol’ Ladies, and I have a feeling that we’ll be seeing more of them in the near future.
Before leaving, Lucian met up with us in Forest Creek and followed us back to Sheboygan Falls.
Thankfully, by then I’d already filled Ember in on what all he told us after we found out she was kidnapped.
While Ember is still hesitant around him, she did tell him that she’ll at least listen when he explains everything to Pyper and her once we got back home.
While we were gone, Corvus stayed glued to Pyper’s side. The guilt of not being able to protect Ember had him being extra vigilant with Pyper.
True to her word, Xochitl called down several members of her club to help protect our clubhouse while we were gone.
Having them there immensely helped our raid because it meant I was able to take almost all of mis hermanos (my brothers) with me to rescue Ember.
Xochitl had wanted to come with us and she was not happy when I asked her to stay.
However, with her history with Oasis, I did not want her anywhere near those sick fucks.
And now… Now it’s time to deal with our ‘guests’.
I look across the room as Ember descends the stairs. A few minutes ago, Chief had wrapped her arm before she went up to change, but staring at her now, I wish I could be doing other things with her.
She has a blood red tank top on underneath her cut and her black jeans mold to her like a second skin.
Her fiery red hair is braided and piled up on a bun, high on her head.
With the way Chief wrapped her arm, she looks even more badass than usual, though her killer makeup helps with that as well.
I’m almost sure she took pointers from Levi and Sasha while she was in Forest Creek.
A thought has my dick twitching in my jeans, and I wonder if I could talk her into getting a pair of the pointy, sexy as fuck boots that Levi and Sasha have as well—they are high heeled knee-high leather boots with a metal spiked heel.
In Levi and Sasha’s words, they have red leather ones for business and black ones for pleasure.
I shake out of my thoughts as Ember approaches me.
“You ready, Vicious?”
I’m still a little nervous about how Ember will be after going down to the dungeon, but I know she needs this closure. Especially after Jerry held a fucking gun to her forehead.
“Damn fucking ready,” she says under her breath, but I still catch the hesitation in her eyes.
“If at any time you want to leave, or it gets to be too much, you can. You know that, right?”
She gives me a small smile. “Yeah, I know, Diego. I just…” she pauses as she takes a deep breath. “A part of it just hurts, you know. For twenty-two years Jerry was the only father figure I had. I mean, sure, Uncle Marcus stepped in and helped me as much as he could, but…yeah…”
I pull her into my arms, hugging her. After a moment she pulls back, her face and eyes hardening.
“I’m still going to go through with it, though. For all the pain he caused to us and everyone else, he needs to suffer for what he’s done.” She pauses as she smirks. “Too bad we didn’t have a setup like what I told Earl. I’d draw all of their pain out until they took their last breath.”
I can’t stop the huff that slips out of me. “You definitely are my vicious little hellcat.”
Still, her idea does have merit. I just don’t know how we’d be able to pull it off and not get caught. I might need to talk to Taco about that later.
“Is ‘you know who’ still down there as well? Or was she taken care of already?” Ember asks as she gives me a pointed look and I nod, knowing she’s talking about Ashley.
“She’s still down there.”
She nods with a dark glint in her eye. “Then I’ll make sure she’s handled so your hands and the club’s hands are clean.”
I kiss her forehead and tap her hip. “Let’s go end this, Vicious.”
I let out a piercing whistle and make a hand signal, silently telling mis hermanos (my brothers) it’s time.
We walk out to the dungeon and as we descend the stairs, the smell of piss and unwashed bodies is potent. On top of that, I can damn near taste their fear. I scan my thumbprint, opening the doors and step inside.
Before we left for the raid, Psycho had taken care of the bodies of our previous guests with the exception of Bug, Ember’s uncle, and the puta (bitch), Ashley. While we were gone, Xochitl and Poison had paid Ashley multiple little visits and got more information out of her.
Ashley and Zane were working together on a lot of things.
I nod in satisfaction at how mis hermanos (my brothers) have hung our guests up from the ceiling so that they are mostly facing each other—on one side it is Ashley, Bug, and Drone, and on the other side, it is Zane and Scooter.
In cases like this, we like to have everyone placed so that they can see what is happening to each other while they are tortured.
Each of them has been stripped down to their boxers, or in Ashley’s case, bra and panties.
However, Kane’s cut was left on him as I’ll be dealing with that as part of his punishment.
Ember walks in beside me, her face a mask of ice as she looks over everyone. Before I can say anything, Ashley starts thrashing in her restraints.
“Let me go!” Ashley screeches. “Your code says you can’t hurt women like this. You can’t hurt me. This isn’t fair! You should be with me, not that fucking bitch!”
I roll my eyes at her. Chingada vida (Fuck my life). You’d think the puta (bitch) would fucking catch on by now.
I want nothing to do with her vile ass.
Ember steps forward after slipping on gloves that Chief gives her and grips Ashley’s chin hard.
“Yeah, their code does say that, but do you remember what I said in the gym the first time you tried to put your hands on my man?” Ember pauses and fear flashes through Ashley’s eyes.
Ember nods. “I said I was more than willing to step in for problems where their hands are tied, so tonight, you and I will be getting very acquainted.” Ember pats her cheek patronizingly and steps back beside me.
Drone chuckles weakly. “I knew you were all fucking pussies. Letting women get involved in something that belongs in a man’s world. Fucking ridiculous.”
I had planned to start with him, but maybe I’ll switch things up a bit. I turn to Ember, quirking an eyebrow at her. “Mi reina (My queen), the floor is yours to start with if you wish.”
A dark smile pulls at her lips and a dangerous look glints in her eyes.
Chingar (Fuck), I fucking love this dark side of her.
Silently, she takes off her cut, setting it on the counter behind us. Then she walks over to Daemon’s cabinets and pulls out an extremely sharp knife.
Walking up to Drone, she pauses and then glances at Daemon.
A silent conversation seems to pass between them and then he steps up behind Drone, holding his head in place as he starts to struggle.
Grasping his chin hard, Ember raises the knife and his cries bounce off the walls as she carves a ‘V’ into his face to mirror the one he helped give her years ago.
She leaves him, panting and glaring at her.
Then, they do the same thing to Scooter.
When she gets to Ashley, she carves random cuts into her body, and all throughout it, she doesn’t say a single word while ignoring all of their curses and sick, twisted promises.
Ashley snarls when Ember steps back from her. “You’re fucking weak. You don’t deserve Tico. You’re nothing but trash.”
Ember smirks at her. “Well, you know what they say, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
The Chrome Vipers thought I was trash. That I was beneath them because I was born a woman.
Here though, here I have a man who loves me and a club that respects me.
And besides, I’m not the one on the chopping block, so who’s really the trash in this scenario? ”
Ashley screams at her but Ember just steps away and walks over to Kane who snarls at her.
“What are you going to do, little girl? Carve me up, too? No matter what you do, you’re still a fucking worthless woman whose only purpose should be to be bred.”
Ember smirks darkly at him and then she slowly carves the word ‘TRAITOR’ across his chest.
When she’s done, she steps back, blood dripping off her knife. Kane is panting as he glares at her with a look promising retribution but the güevón (asshole) should know that he’s not getting out of here alive.
“I may be a woman, but at least I stayed true to my real family. I didn’t betray them like you and Ashley did. Personally, I’m looking forward to what the club will do to you for betraying them. And I’m definitely looking forward to the little presents I brought for all of you.”
For the first time, fear flashes in Kane’s eyes but he quickly masks it. I don’t know if he suspects what’s going to happen or not, but he was present when the Steel Archangels used Levi’s toys on the Oasis men they’d captured.
Drone barks out a weak laugh. “You’re a betrayer as well, you little bitch. You betrayed me, your father. You betrayed us by leaving and by turning on us. You were born into the Chrome Vipers and you’ll always be one. We own your fucking ass. You should be strung up right next to us, bitch.”
Ember walks back over to Drone, placing her blade under his chin so that the point of the tip is just centimeters from his throat.
“I may have been born into the Chrome Vipers, but you are not my father. I've seen the medical reports. There’s no way you could father a child. That’s why Oasis didn’t care how much you raped the women held in those barracks.
There was no way you could get them pregnant.
They used you to break those women and further their own sick agendas. ”
He grins darkly, blood all over his teeth.
“So, you finally figured it out. I knew you two leeches weren’t mine.
Since I owned your mother, I sold her out every time someone from Oasis came to visit.
I figured eventually she’d become pregnant and then once you brats got older, you’d make a nice payday. ”
Based on our earlier conversation, I know his words have struck a cord with her, but she doesn’t show it. Instead, her face turns darker, colder.
“Thank you, Jerry. You just severed the last remaining cord tied to you.”
Then, she starts to cut him.
They’re random cuts placed all over his body and a sinking feeling comes over me.
She’s being too precise while she’s doing it.
I glance over at Daemon to find him watching her with a sad, knowing look in his eyes.
Tension thickens in the room as everyone watches her work, ignoring every single cry and threat that Drone spews at her.
When she’s done with him, she steps back. “Retribution for Mom.”
Instantly, it feels like someone has knocked the air out of me.
Chingar (Fuck). Drone is literally covered in cuts from head to toe. He’s panting hard as he hangs limply from his chains.
“You’ll get the rest of your parting gift later,” she tells him and for once, he looks at her in fear.